A BLACK CINDERELLA STORY
Like I said, there is no way I
would allow some gold-digging ox of a woman to rain on my parade, while I still
have breath in me. No sir, would I allow some rodent-looking hood rats to come
into my palace, knock me off my throne, and turn me into a helpless maid. I do
not care which magic spells they are working with, to wrestle me out of my
God-given inheritance. I have all my great ancestral mothers watching over me,
to clobber any type of witch attempting to steal my shine.
Not on their watch, will my
god-mothers allow their own son to be reduced into a simpleton by some strange
woman, whose background is unknown. For all we know, she can easily be a mami wata, although this comparison is a
bit of a stretch even for me, as mami
watas are known to be beautiful seductive sirens, and unlike like this
loathsome maleficent.
What of my mother's people and my
siblings? Where is the extended family? Surely, they cannot be missing in this
context, as the afro-universe cannot function without its inflexible cultural
traditions. To put it plainly, polygamy runs this afro-verse. Yet, this is not
my story at all. Ofcourse, it is my duty to give you an exclusive tale of
Nubirella from an African perspective, and how she finally clinched her happily
ever after. Alright, now come along with me, as I take you on a journey through
the afro-verse, where enchanting fairy tales turn to epic folklores.
Once upon a time, beautiful
Nubirella was still mourning the loss of her beloved mother, when out of the
blue, her grieving father through intense enchantment, bumped into a vile
female, whom he quickly rushed into marriage with, while having acknowledged
her two cocky daughters as his own. All the people of the kingdom far away wanted
to know was, where did the Cruella of a step-mother emerge from? Who was her
former husband? But most importantly, what magic spell did she conjure up in
order to trap the poor widower in an unholy matrimony? No sooner had the
wedding band slipped through her chubby hand, than her red horns began to show,
leaving her new husband more vulnerable than he was before, and his only
daughter to her wicked intentions.
Nonetheless, when Nubirella's
grandmother got wind of the impromptu marriage between his son-in-law and the
alien broad, through her cowry shells, she arose and set sail toward the
kingdom far far away, in an attempt to rescue her beloved child from her wicked
step-mother. Meanwhile, in the kingdom far far away, Nubirella had assumed the
role of a house help, in her father's house, pandering to every whim of her
jealous step-mother and her ignorant and overly pampered step-sisters, to her
father's displeasure. He was at a loss of how he would be of help to her,
either because he did not want to ruffle the feathers of his new wife or was
under heavy mind control.
Consequently, it was Nubirella who
bore the brunt of her step-mother's cruelty, not knowing how to get rid of the
beautiful girl for good, so that her daughters may take her shine, as well as
her inheritance. Everytime she attempted to put out the young girl's light, she
instead budded and bloomed like a lotus flower, radiating in flawless beauty,
while her own daughter's became more venomous and dark.
It took exactly ten solid days for
Nana to reach the shores of the kingdom far far away at twilight, and just in
time for the royal fire dance festival. The family of Nubirella was invited to
the royal event, whereby the young Prince, among other bachelors, was expected
to choose a wealthy madien to be his first wife, and Nubirella's family were to
gladly attend, except for her, whose step-mother intended to keep her hidden
from the royal lime light, so as not to hog all the attention, to the detriment
of her unpleasant daughters. Besides, they had attained the prime age of
marriage, and hence needed eligible suitors to woo them in marriage.
Nana finally arrived in the kingdom
far far away, much to Nubirella's surprise, and fast spoke the mystery plan to
her granddaughter at her doorstep in the same night, while the rest of her
family was away attending the royal fire dance. Nana's plan was to push her
grandchild into her destiny, as divine timing was nigh. Hurriedly, Nana weaved
a blessing onto her granddaughter, while chanting for her ancestors to join
together in on the fire dance. In the twinkle of an eye, Nubirella turned into
a royal lady, with her print blue dress, raven nubilocks on her head, glass
sandals on her feet, and a black Pegasus as her ride to the fire dance. So
therefore, she bid her Nana farewell, as she hopped on the winged horse, which
flew her off to the night festival.
When Nubirella arrived at the royal
fire dance, all eyes were on her for she was a sight for sour eyes. Of course,
the Prince was taken by her beauty so much that he could not help himself, and
was compelled to ask her for a dance, for which she obliged him. Therefore,
they danced the night away, while gazing into each other’s' eyes, and jamming
to the rhythm of the music, way into the night. At exactly midnight, both the
Prince and Nubirella began to slowly ascend supernaturally whisked in the air,
and away from the fire dance, his crown and her glass sandals shone like gold,
to the amazement of the royal guests, who gazed at them, star struck by their
glorious transformation into crowned king and queen.
Next to them, were their ancestors
and guardian angels who appeared in the night sky, dancing along with them in
approval of their impending union. As you can imagine, all that was made wrong,
suddenly became right as rain, and as the king and queen finally landed on
ground, that evil step mother and her ugly ducklings had already disappeared
into thin air, paving way for a happily ever after.
The moral of this story is that
even African girls can transform into beautiful princesses. Also, never allow
envy to drive you into dimming anyone's light, in order for yours to shine,
because such a reckless action on your part will seriously backfire on you, and
as a result, you will end up on the losing side of karma. End of story.
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